I don't know the real from what I know I saw,
I can't remember where I went, where I was.

I'm gonna move toward a point in time
Where you are is a state of mind.
And anytime I can read your thoughts:
Some of them yours and some of I thought up.
There's no good reason for a heartbreak,
Nothing's repeating every Monday.
It's no good saying you'll always be mine,
These jokes life's playing, it makes me so tired,
So tired.

It's already to much to always seen you off,
The sense that hours go back is enough.

I like to fade when I write this line,
There's every reason to paint a decline.
And every mile I walk is five,
I'll get where I'm going in the next life.
And all the while there's a false face,
This every killing is left untraced.
This kind of falling saved my son,
This constant longing for what's gone.
What's gone...